Wednesday, August 26, 2015


Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

I believe everyone has within that grows,
Love in the form of a gorgeous rose.
But some keep it buried under mountains of debris,
Kept in total darkness, their rose, no one can ever see.
~ Artsieladie Quote

Sometimes the prettiest rose can be found among the thorns,
Behind the hurt and pain in the heart the rose adorns.

~ Artsieladie Quote
"The Rose Amidst The Thorns"
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1) As my way is made among the thorns,
An inner beauty a rose adorns.
A darkness present, tries to hide,
Still, the rose blooms bright inside.

The thicket of thorns, of brambles too,
Meant to discourage my getting through
To reach the rose, the sweetness of,
To taste, to touch, to feel its Love.

There's ice that's formed in places thick,
Yet, cause me not to make judgment quick.
For a rose to grow needs warmth and care,
So more than cold is dwelling there.

The blooming rose, its beauty showing,
Incites my senses, reminds my knowing,
Not easily held are treasures true,
Obstacles mount with search in lieu.

My intuition that lead me here
Detects not even an ounce of fear.
My curious nature now in command,
Right in sync with my heart's demand.

Inside my being there's building suspense,
Desire swelling, growing more intense.
As now the fragrance of the luring rose,
Perfumes the air, captures my nose.

Groping blindly through the dark,
While prickly thorns leave their mark.
The chilling cold, icicle forms,
Frozen remnants of painful storms.


2) The terrain is rough, ever daunting,
But abortive thoughts aren't haunting,
My curious nature, my intuitive heart,
Pushes me onward away from the start.

Until at last I'm bramble free,
A blessed warmth spreads over me.
The ice once thick is now all unfroze,
And I'm in the presence of a gorgeous rose!

As I stand in awe at this sight profound,
I know I'm standing on precious ground,
For the gorgeous rose glowing before my eyes,
Grows from the heart of the soul it beautifies.

I longed to touch but I refrained,
Such beauty before me mustn't be waned.
Should I touch, would it disappear?
Just the thought brought me fear.

My being possessed with adulation,
My heart touched, full transformation,
For suddenly I felt consumed by Love
And all its magic, made hence, thereof.

All pain forgotten through my pursuit,
As I savour this delicious fruit.
For there is no greater than Love to reap
And nothing more worthy than Love to keep.

My way I made among the thorns,
I found the heart the rose adorns;
A journey again I'd gladly take,
Because and for the precious sake...
Of Love.
And now...
Through all the pain and all the grief,
I still can find such great relief,
For inside I see yet a gorgeous rose,
Still so beautiful and still it glows.
And yes, I feel and know it's true,
The beauty that beats inside of you!

"Unhidden Rose"
Poem/art by Artsieladie

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1) Why is it do you suppose
I will search for one's rose;
Brave the brambles and the thorns
To seek the rose one's heart adorns?
There was a time when too
My rose was deeply hidden.
Anyone who dared to enter
Was harshly so, forbidden.
Then one day a BRAVE soul
Dared to take a chance,
Determined as they were,
Stood firm in their stance...

2) ...The bravest of souls I must say
To take on such a feat,
But through the thicket dense,
They denied defeat.
When at last they reached
My guarded, precious rose,
The rest is history now,
No more hidden as it glows.
But should my rose be harmed,
Cause my heart to pain,
Beware of serious damage,
The brambles still remain!

Poems/Added rose/Quotes by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly 
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Saturday, August 15, 2015


Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

People do change, often when you are least suspecting,
Even if they change with how themselves they are projecting.

~ Artsieladie Quote

This poem was inspired by this post/image on one of my favourite blogs: Truth Follower

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"People Change"

Rest assured, People Change from one day to the next,
Leaving you in puzzlement, bewildered and perplexed.
Today they'll Love you, cherish you, this they will declare,
But when tomorrow rolls around, not an ounce will they care.
Today, they'll profess their Love for you as solid and profound,
Claim they are blessed and fortunate for having you, found.

But then suddenly in a flash, in the wink of an eye,
They'll abandon ship, leave you wondering why.
They'll offer no explanation for keeping their distance
Nor how you've become the bane of their existence.
All that endless Love today will suddenly dissipate,
Be replaced by bitterness, resentment, even hate.

Where you were once their source of happiness and joy,
You'll become who they talk against, seeking to employ
The sympathy from others to justify their behaviour, fickle,
So they can worm their way out of being in a pickle.
To your face they'll pretend they don't know who you are,
While with others they'll seek to your reputation mar.

While once you could trust them with your private stuff,
When they turn against you, they can't spill enough
About you they have learned when everything was swell.
They'll blabber to others what they swore they'd never tell.
The trust that was built, or so you thought,
Will be obliterated and they will care naught.

When a relationship dissolves, regardless of the type,
All your personal details will be woven in their gripe.
A best friend of today can become an enemy tomorrow,
Leave you to agonize with regret and bitter sorrow.
Yes, People Change, very few are constantly consistent
For most are easily swayed, self disciplined resistant.

But there are a few who will and can stay the course,
Treasure these few always, do value and endorse.
So rare to find is one who won't cave under pressure,
And such a one's value you can't ever even measure.
Rest assured, People Change with the exception of a few,
Who remain reliably consistent and always, always true.

So, of the most or of the few, which are you of these,
Someone solid as a rock or as changeable as the breeze?
Do you walk among the many or walk among the few?
To what you profess and declare, how true are you?

Poem by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2015-08-15 05:58:00 (EST)
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Friday, August 14, 2015


Greetings everyone, from Artsieladie!

In and throughout life, there are always "Choices" we must make and it's by the "Choices" we make, who we are as individuals is depicted. Whether we are respectable and honourable people or not is ENTIRELY "our decision", is ENTIRELY at our command.

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Where I have dominion, the liability rests with me,
Is with who and what I choose of myself to be.
There is no one else I can credit or place on the blame,
Of who and what I am, either of honour or with shame.

I am a Work In Progress who can grow or not,
Be someone worthy to remember or best be forgot.
I can choose which path of life to travel on along,
Either one of right or a path knowingly is wrong.

Because I am human, mistakes come along with being,
But it's up to me as to who's I will be seeing,
Whether I will see, be acknowledging of my own
Or only see and point the finger at others to atone.

I know I'll make mistakes, have made many thus far,
Many have left me with a reminding, battle scar.
I can deny ownership of, choose none to claim,
But if I do, the lesson with, I also do the same.

I have so many Choices but it's with what I choose
That will either lead me to win or lead me to lose.
There are always Choices to be made and must be
And it's with my Choices what reflects on me.

"The Choices we make, on who we are, reflect,
Making us unappealing or someone to respect."

Poem/quote/art by Artsieladie / Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly   
©2015-08-14 11:53:00 (EST)
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